Marciuzawa Brothers

I knew the sick Queen of Netherlands inheritance of our loving life brought many great business opportunities. Therefore I employed Egle Grybauskaite to my love motel.

We needed a replacement. I was busy with a true Congolese man Bradley Mat. I had to seduce Ban Toya and force her to leave Renato Olympo's daughter.

"We have to enjoy the street corner for Ban Toya to see us returning from Construction work. He is a Freemason and a loser lover should feel sorry he lost me."

"I am down for it. We are wearing our rings and you run a great business teaching love and relationships about the language of love."

"Yes I am a landlady now and have a piece of English land in Oxfordshire." I knew loser Bradley was one more great love tool I stroked a protection on for him to listen to me.

My Marciuzawa sperm with no condom and balls rubbing against my cute face. The spandex free service and yellow red Marciuzawa leaking out.

My black lips gloss and pearls necklace on my neck highlighting my breasts and hardened extra long nipples from the joy I felt. I looked in the mirror thinking about my future agenda for this year's school of love.

My life quest to earn my Sin Sod myself in my Toto Love Motel married to myself. I picked up the Republic of Lithuania seed in my palms looking into Marciuzawa's eyes.

My hand slides applying his seed moisture over my black and blue long hair style. Egle Grybauskaite looked in my eyes. I am setting an excellent way to train and recruit new staff.

It felt erotic enough him rub his sweating balls from saliva on my face before I closed my job with him. Egle Grybauskaite, a favourite of the sick Queen of Netherlands lover. She was proud enough to join Vivi Ra and me; Pan Varke in our quest to earn our love motel Inn Sin Sod.

We had more coming our way.

The Canadian Thai business women in London who has important business meeting and loves nasty orgy sex. Her great investment to market our services door to door serving customers was her plan to break the last brick building I found difficult and impossible to break in.

The Renato Olympo Chad street bedroom.

I had to keep his wife busy. My two Italian mules thought it was a great idea to seduce her. He would see her late and I would comfort him.

They would take hold of her in a bus stop from her barber shop. I served Martin Marciuzawa by the way.

His brother did visit me often.

I had him full of joy to fill my heart. His name was Karolis Marciuzawa. His exceptionally long love tool took a little more time to be full of blood pressure but I did my career job teaching him well.

Martin was a blond and older brother constantly losing his job. He did manage to earn every coin to drop at my doorstep entertainment.

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Thai Angel.

It was Thai Dating Online Television. My business coach from Canada is an active business intelligence student. I met her in a seminar, taught me and did consult me on how I can find more love seeking men and avoid land tax from illegal trade.

Let's join Miss Pan Varke quest for Sin Sod and orgy. It was our motto to find charity. It was our lonely hearts that found charity's business.

Miss Toto's landlady Madam Varke. We had a business proposal in review on one of our office files I had in mind with Laura Turner.

The Hague Palace stone walls and Nation of Tulips.

Their Overlords Rob Dutch and Damien and Zbigniav News, Jona Jona Jonas. Their sex slave Vivi Ra from Lithuania school and university. The Queenhood of Sunflowers Nation.

It was our plan to recruit Rob Dutch but we found unavailable Mr News and Jonas. They left the Netherlands Kingdom for the German Federation for a better paid job.

I knew Rob Dutch would squeeze some balls and it would pay us back well.

Their holidays in Toto are like a motel. Her loving arms bring sunflower silver tray of coffee and fresh local bakery to her beloved customers. "Yes, it is a great idea." I spoke in our business meeting to Laura Turner thinking about myself.

The job kept me busy.

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"You bljat back from work?"

"Yes sweetheart. I love to see my Latvian stud."

"Bljat you biatch come over here and I fock you to couch potato."

Her hand drops her shopping bags and a fur jacket aside, walking to him without having her shoes off her hand slides under her skirt.

Olympo's daughter fingernails cut her stockings apart. Her white shirt loosens top buttons like she knew. It would be a great day not wearing a bra.

I fall on the black velvet sofa in the living room leading to the garden and slide my piece of meat out. The slut I married was ready for me. I don't have a condom. The previous failed rotten meat did not take long in my Latvian stomach to be a shat in the gutter.

The Pan Narak was a good sexual tool I visited my cousin in prison. I had to look after him and find a job in a nearby construction project office. He is my family and now both of us are working foreman in London building sites.

My cousins Ignurs and Rose own a construction business and we help to keep on developing the London Infrastructure. It is Ignurs and Rose Co. Our family business took care of everything.

Our Renato Olympo daughter should not worry. Her lips slide over my cut of beef to fill her belly.

I can see hunger in her eyes. Her puffed lips stop on the tip, her stocking hole does the job, her begging knees walk on me.

"Bljat Ignurs and Rose brothers. She is doing me!"

We are a married couple and no Thailand Kingdom teacher for five pounds will take us apart. His daughter is a hole. I bought her for a cheap debt to be my wife and she is a woman now.

I can see her hanging tits rolling the dice of fear and love in my eyes. My lips catch her tits to suck on her nipples. I bite and suck on not letting go of her gasping and hitting her hips until we finish.

"You blajt biatch pick up your droppings. My cousins are coming back from work. I like to keep our family home clean." I let her watch and smile at my butt cheeks while I am walking naked away to my fridge. I want proper Latvian beer.

"It was a great fock." I spoke to myself opening beer to the side of the fridge.

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Ligita Olympo had a great wedding in Cuba. Their escort was the Marciuzawa brothers.

Her dreams to own a hairdresser shop came true when I took out the loan and Ligita repaid in full.

Her body and soul made me feel richer with her 5000 pounds paycheck from Renato Olympo cannabis tent garage cannabis oil.

The interest she paid with her bodies. I watched her bottom slide towards me as she hugged and kissed her beloved new husband.

It was for her to comfort a broken man's heart and bought Renato a fashionable desktop computer. He after a hard day's carpentry would keep him busy in their bedroom for her to get ready with me downstairs sharing cocktails and watching soap operas she sat every time closer to me.

Her eager and polite friendliness comforted me to trust her. It was said once that one woman between men loving men is everyone's loving woman.

We planned our bathroom refurbishment and I had to make a move first to talk with Ban Toya across the street and convince his married Renato daughter to take out holidays. He would demolish our old Chad Street 126 cottage and design one from the bottom.

I had to find a way to ask him to do one week's job for 6000 pounds to bargain and plea a deal for 5000 pounds.

He burst the gas pipeline but it was another story.

I bribed him with a pin and key to the gas metre. The idea was to teach him to insert the pin to the last number so it would stop spinning the gas metre when he runs the gas.

It should save him above 1000 pounds. Our cottages are old and our Pakistani landlords would not care to refurbish therefore we made a plan. I already had a gas key cut for him.

"Ligita?"

"Yes darling?"

"I think I will need a repayment for the loan I took out so you could place a deposit for a land lease."

"I will return the deposit for you and you can smoke marijuana as much as you like. Renato Olympo's last shipment had a delay to Klaipeda harbour."

"I hate him. I could use money."

"Yeah sweetheart. I hate him toooo." Her lips gasp not taking eyes off the TV she relaxes her shoulders pining her hair and placing her arm on my crotch.

I can see her eyes looking in yesterday's recap of the soap opera our Lithuanian foreign TV package plays online for a couple euros. "You could use an extra shave."

"I already had a haircut last week." I am holding my drink in my hand looking around confused. She is playing with her fingernails with my balls on my shorts.

She pulls and tilts my elastic shorts band. "You like this haircut, our payment would not be delayed."

I zip the last of our cocktail in. "Sure."

Ligita slides past my lips just brushing her tongue, my lips closing her eyes to kiss me and avoids me.

Her head falls to my shorts and she slides my hard throbbing debt. I relax and sit on the sofa for a comfortable TV time. Her free right hand raises the volume.

I concentrate watching the TV and peek past the doors because I cannot hear upstairs footsteps for the debt collector to walk on our Disneyland. He was a good loser. I enjoyed his wife.

I can see only in her barber seat mirror her dyed hair working, licking, sucking and smelling my bikini haircut. It was a dark, long bush.

It is our book of hope.